I am used for my love, for the way I love so hard. I am naive to the things around me for the way I see things. I am hurt because I am so forgiving. And you took all of those weaknesses and used them to your liking.

3 years. 3 years we talked, fell in love ( well i did, i dont know about you, cuz you lied so much ), we kissed, we shared memories, and other stuff.

You told me you loved me. And you kissed me. You told me you loved me. And you put your arms around me. You told me you loved me. As you pulled off my clothes. You told me you loved me as your proceeded to fuck me. You told me you loved me. As you help put back on my clothes. You told me you loved me. As I called you sobbing because you left me.

You told me you hated me. Each time I heard another rumor you were talking bad about me. You told me you hated me. Each time we would fight. You told me you hated me. When you decided what I gave to wasnt good enough and you picked her instead of me. You told me you hated me. When you told me to kill myself.

I did love you. The love you say you had for me was a lie you told so you were able to abuse my love. You knew that the simple 3 words coming from your mouth would make me weak and cave. You did not love me. And its time I move on.

Maybe in another time. Another day, we will be crossing the street and I will bump into you. Maybe my arm will brush against yours and our eyes meet. Maybe we’ll speak. Maybe we’ll just pretend not to remember our younger years. But not today. I will not message you and beg. I will not come running back, cuz thats what you expect. I demand to hear you say I miss you. I demand you to saying I’m sorry. I demand you come back this time. But for now goodbye. I can’t take the stabs. I can’t take the pain. The way you play me over and over like a broken record. Maybe one day I’ll run into you at the store buying bread for your family or at the local bar drinking away your lonliness. Maybe you’ll be rich maybe you’ll be poor. Maybe one day we’ll meet again but till then farwell. Goodbye. My good ol’ friend.

It all started 2 days before New Year’s Eve, Tuesday, I saw him, the love of my life. Or so I thought. He played with these words and kissed my forehead, but forehead kisses turn to cheek kisses and cheek kisses to mouth kisses, and mouth kisses moved into sex. We were connected, something new, I drove home happy. From Tuesday Night into Thursday Night those were the happiest moments of my life. But happy for me usually doesn’t last long, and my fantasy was about to come to an end. New Year’s Eve I was back at his house and we were alone before the party was to start and we made love, like never before. I was so happy, and in love. He kissed me and told me he loved me. I believed him. He lied. 9pm rolls around and she walks in. He jumps right up runs to the door and hugs her all tight. My heart sank to the floor and the tears whelmed in my eyes I rushed to the bathroom where I locked the door and sank to the floor, pleading to god to take me away. I walked out to the bathroom with red eyes, found the nearest bottle and chugged till it stinged, shots of fireball till it burned, vodka, and kinky; shot after shot till the room was fuzzy. But the pain was still there so I turned to nicotine a familiar friend. Till walking was hard. He kept apologizing but alcohol kissed lips where unblinding his bullshit. He didnt love me. He used me. He didnt care if I drove home wasted. He didnt care he fucked me.

He doesn’t care I can’t sleep. He doesn’t care I can’t look at myself. He doesn’t care I loved myself so much I destroyed myself. He doesn’t care.

Was I suppose to see the warning signs. Because I didn’t get the text update warning me about the huge storm about to arrive. And its not like I saw a change in behavior or a lack in our relationship/friendship. One day it was texting 24/7 and small hugs in the hallways. No secrets and telling each other every little detail about our days then one day the rain started and the boat started to rock still not enough to warn me and that damn text message still hadn’t sent me a goddamn storm update. But how could my phone update me on the emotional hurricane that was about to come an pick up my entire world and completely turn it upside down. And all in a second like a tornado or any natural disasters it seemed to happen in a flash with no sign. Everything was blown apart and out of control. We were out of control. I needed a warning. Stupid phone. My life had taken a turn to code red and I was no longer in the clear open path I had been staying on. Everything became confusing and my heart and my mind got jumbled all together and I couldnt tell the difference from the shouting and then I heard a gunshot ring out and it blasted through my heart, chaos was everywhere and my heart had won when my brain told me no. I was consumed by the storm that had rolled over and in that moment nothing had made sense then I remembered the gunshot and I looked down to see the damaged and when I looked at my blood soaked shirt I saw that my heart had been shattered.

Clattering to the bottom of my rib caged. Piece by piece. One piece chipped from this things. Another cracked by him. Chunks ripped apart and holes left from bullet wounds.

The worst kind of shattering feel the one that starts off by unrhymatized beating and rapid speeding of the pulse then it is a cringing feeling and the piece comes flying off all caused by what you ask? The three words “I love you”, the words that usually glue back the pieces but not when used in this way. The “I love you” that is said but not shown, especially by someone you would lay down and die for. Clatter. Bang. Shatter.

The second worst shredding of the beating organ, the one from seeing something that completely crushes you and brings your crumpling body to the cold lifeless floor. The one that makes you stop breathing and creates bloodshot eyes.

Who was I? Not this girl. This girl I am today. I was shy and weak. Right away I was the girl people knew they could walk all over. I was the girl who did everything for anyone. I had no balls. No backbone. I was with a guy who turned out to be abusive not only emotionally but physically. I took it. I was that girl.

Who am I? I am not that girl. This girl I am today. I am confident and strong. Right away I am that girl that people know not to mess with. I am the girl who does everything for those who deserve it. I have balls and I have backbone stronger than cement and bricks combined. I no longer with a guy who is emotionally and physically abusive. I will not take it. I am this girl.

He was my bestfriend. I told him everything. I came to him with every problem. He was there ever night suicide crept into my mind. I fell in love with him. I fell in love with him in more than a friend way. I fell in love with the way his hair would fall or the way his eyes shined or dullen. I fell in love with his scent. His laugh. I fell in love with his stubborn ways and the connection he had with his sister. I fell in love with the way his eyes would look at me. I fell in love with the way he bit his lips. I fell in love. I thought maybe the feeling was neutral but he had a girl so I stayed platonic. But everytime I had to hear him cry over her. How she treated him so badly it crushed my heart. He deserved better. I wanted to give him better. I loved him.

The first kiss

The first time we kissed my heart stopped and the world around me speed a million miles per second and the closer he pulled me too him the faster the world spun and this crazy sensation came to a speeding stop when I remember the words he told me the night before, “even if we do kiss, its not going to change a thing”. But something did change. Something changed with us. We weren’t just friends but soulmates. In my eyes atleast. He was everything I ever wanted, everything I still want.

Present

I confessed I still love him. But it doesn’t matter. Two nights ago, he told me, he loved me but he wanted someone else. I was always the girl that if the others went wrong he turned to. But never the girl he date. Sucks. I want to hold his hand in the mall. Post photos of us kissing on the cheek. Share intimate moments together private and public. But I will never be the girl he will take out on a date. The girl he holds hands with in public. Just the girl he takes in the gym to hide his feelings for. The girl he will text and love over words. But not the girl he post statues about. The girl he will say I love you too but not the girl he’ll make official. And that is where it breaks my heart.

Our date, trust me the excitement and brust of a new relationship had slowly filled a void I had in my soul. But something was wrong. I knew from the start that something was off but love was in the air and he was the “one”. Through many months we struggled with trust, betrayal, the fights. We stuck strong never to bluge or break. We where something. We wanted to prove something.

Most people saw us growing up getting married, saw us as goals, relationship goals. I saw us as goals. I never thought we would part ways. Maybe it was for the best though. Cuz’ we both moved on with other people. But the point of this post may make people hesitate to wether or not I really have moved on.

Does the sound of his name still make me cringe? Yes. Do his eyes still make my heart melt? Yes. Does an accidently brush of the arm send chills through my body? Yes. Does the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne make my heart race? Yes. Do I hate his new relationship? No. Do I hate him? No.

The wind still sends a breeze through me now that he is gone. The sun still warmths my skin now that he is gone. Nothing has stopped. The world did not grieve in the end of some teenage love gone rouge. So tell me if nothing changed. Why did I? Why did I become filled with pain? Why did another day in december become a painful heartwrenching day?

You sit high on your throne. Judging all who don’t rest upon your standards. Oh mighty king tell me please what my plea is. You sit upon your all mighty ass and play the victim of the past. Oh mighty king tell me what is my punishment.

You sit high on your throne of shit. Judging those of greateness more than you. Oh petty fool tell me please why are you still mentioning my name? You sit upon your lazy ass crying woa me woa me. Oh petty fool tell me when you’ll learn to grow up.

Edit

You act tough and mighty like some beholder to the right of being a dick. Like you are the golden angel of no wrong and play victim like everyone has some how done you wrong.

You are a worthless opinion a mighty pain in my ass. Like some annoyance devil on my shoulder of taunting words and petty name calling. Telling me how I fucked you over and you did no wrong.